reignition

When Jiang Mian heard Lu Bozhou say this, she saw the burning intensity in his eyes.

She sighed softly, "If you really want to keep me, you should treat yourself better."

When Lu Bozhou heard this, his bright eyes widened in surprise.

Was she concerned about him?

Lu Bozhou remained silent, only reaching out to gently grasp her hand, then holding it tightly, as if he had a thousand words to say.

When she opened her mouth, only a lingering, tender syllable of her name remained, "Mianmian..."

Jiang Mian was actually quite tired.

This is normal. Although her condition has stabilized, she is still weak and has undergone heart surgery.

She had just taken painkillers and gone through a series of tests. All these factors combined made her even more tired and mentally exhausted.

Jiang Mian felt she could fall asleep the moment she closed her eyes, but she had already been asleep for a long time.

She was also a little worried that if she fell asleep again, the man might be frightened.

So I kept my spirits up and fought off sleepiness.

When people want to fight off sleepiness, they usually find topics to talk about, topics that interest them or topics they want to know.

Jiang Mian was very sleepy, so her consciousness became less clear and sharp. There were some topics that she should have paid attention to, or rather, questions that she would not have asked even if she wanted to know them when she was fully conscious and rational.

At this moment, the original boundaries and outlines become blurred.

"Why did you vomit blood?" Jiang Mian asked softly, her voice still hoarse, and with her slightly tired tone, it sounded like a lover's whisper.

Lu Bozhou was stunned. "What?"

"Why are you vomiting blood?" Jiang Mian repeated, then added, "Why are you vomiting blood after I die? Are you sick?"

Jiang Mian always remembers the scenes in those ups and downs of her memories.

Lu Bozhou's hair roots turned white overnight.

A figure so unsteady on its feet that it needs assistance to walk.

Pale fingers covering her mouth.

And the bright red blood seeping from those pale fingers.

There are also scenes of a dark, rainy night. A dangerous mountain road, the roar of a car engine, and the sharp sound of tires screeching as they brake.

The steering wheel jerked sharply towards the mountainside, the loud crash, and the bloodstains on the suddenly deployed airbags.

Many of the images are very clear.

In her past life, Lu Bozhou's indifference and neglect towards her caused her to lose confidence and hope in herself, marriage, and love.

She once thought that her death would be no different from the death of a dog to Lu Bozhou.

But those images from her turbulent memories were enough for Jiang Mian to believe that this man was not without feelings for her.

On the contrary, he loved her deeply.

Life and death were enough for Jiang Mian to believe in his feelings, but it still seemed not enough.

All that's left is to allow Jiang Mian to reconcile with her past grievances; she has already been able to forgive Lu Bozhou.

But that doesn't mean she can get back together with him or love him again.

You have your reasons, and things haven't been easy for you.

But what did I do wrong? Your so-called "for my own good" never felt good to me; I only felt hurt.

It is very difficult to rationalize harm.

Therefore, Jiang Mian still couldn't face his feelings; she didn't know how to respond.

After hearing Jiang Mian's words, Lu Bozhou's expression remained unchanged for a long time.

"How could you..." Lu Bozhou said in a low voice, "Did someone tell you something?"

He frowned in thought; it seemed that only Song Xun could have been involved in that situation…

"What did Song Xun say to you?" That was the only thing Lu Bozhou could think of.

Jiang Mian looked at him calmly, "I asked the question first."

So he has to answer first.

Lu Bozhou was silent for a few seconds. "Later, when I went for a checkup, they didn't find any organic lesions. The doctor said it was probably caused by my emotions. That's when I realized that a person's emotions can have such a big impact on their body."

After Lu Bozhou finished speaking, he looked at her without urging her or repeating himself, simply waiting for her to give an answer.

Jiang Mian paused for a moment, then said softly, "I don't know why I know... what I saw."

“I saw…” Lu Bozhou repeated the word. He had initially thought it meant there was some kind of video recording he didn’t know about.

Jiang Mian continued, "I saw you push me into the furnace, and when I came out I vomited blood, my hair turned completely white. I saw you crash your car into a mountain, and I saw you go to the temple to worship, kowtowing with every step..."

Upon hearing Jiang Mian's words, Lu Bozhou reacted as if he had been electrocuted. His expression changed instantly, and he stood up abruptly from his chair.

How could this be? This is too unbelievable. This was Lu Bozhou's first reaction.

But then I thought, why is it impossible? The fact that she exists in this way is already inconceivable.

"You mean..." Lu Bozhou's mouth even went dry for a moment, "So you mean... you mean, you've been watching me all along?"

Jiang Mian wasn't sure if it could be considered a continuous memory; the fragments of memories she saw were limited to those few.

Jiang Mian neither nodded nor shook her head, but simply looked at him quietly, observing the rare excitement on his face.

He even suppressed his excitement.

After a long while, Lu Bozhou slowly opened his mouth, but his voice became hoarse in an instant.

"So you really are tied down by me..."

"Probably." Jiang Mian thought about what the old monk had said when he went to the temple, "After all, my worldly ties are not yet severed."

"I didn't remember any of these things until this near-death experience, when I gradually started to recall them."

Lu Bozhou looked at her intently, "So, are you feeling a little better now?"

He didn't think Jiang Mian would feel any pity if she saw the self-torture he had suffered.

Even he himself felt that he deserved it.

But he hoped that if she saw those things, she would feel a little better.

Jiang Mian felt that there was no question of whether she felt relieved or not between her and Lu Bozhou.

Just as she was about to speak, a clear, childlike voice came from the doorway, "Mommy!"

Then a small figure rushed in quickly, leaving behind a clattering sound as it ran in, dropping its schoolbag, water bottle, watercolor pencil case, and other belongings on the ground.

Then the small figure leaped onto Jiang Mian's hospital bed.

The moment Jiang Mian heard the child's voice, the moment she felt the child's weight.

Jiang Mian felt as if the most important piece of the puzzle had been put back in place, and her heart had been put back in place as well.

"Did you cry?" Jiang Mian asked softly.

"No, not at all." Lu Chaochi's voice sounded muffled. The little boy already had a sense of self-esteem and was unwilling to admit his vulnerability.

But his head, which remained buried under his mother's blanket and refused to lift, along with his muffled nasal tone, betrayed him.